Richie Rich - Break Bread lyrics

[Verse 1: Andre Nickatina] Live fast, drive slow I'’m looking’ like ‘Pac in the Benz when he was hanging’ out the window Right now, I'’ve got my Jesus piece on And all my rings, you can see I’m about the game Holler back, baby, like an echo But you gotta know your colors Get green, roll purple My tires just did a full circle in your neighborhood And like gumbo, the flavor’s good I roam like an alley cat – Grade-A, Supercat Bumping’ Shabba Ranks on a full tank My religion, baby, is big bank Holler when you see me spending’ money, go “amen” Snow bunnies love them a suntan That’s why I wear my hat low and my shades, man I don’'t waste time or liquor You can see it on my face, I don'’t chase, it’'s a race [Hook: Andre Nickatina] Break bread I don’'t know what they say where you stay But where I stay, everybody say “pay” So you’'d better (break bread) Baby it’'s a (go-go) when it comes to (cocoa) Get down and do what you said (break bread) Just like a leprechaun, lookin’g for a jackpot Or a hot crack spot, baby (break bread) Baby it’s a (go-go) when it comes to (cocoa) Get down and do what you said (break bread) [Verse 2: Andre Nickatina] Man, this is money motivated, demonstrate it to the latest I do it like an addict up in Vegas And you can see me talking’ like a wizard through my cellular phone

Living’ life like a felony, weed and cologne, like… Pacific heights, crushed ice I do it like a haggler, baby, yeah, on a Sugar Ray Leonard night Posted up just like a poster If you’re melting’ like bu*ter, baby, I’mma have to toast ya My stairway is straight Led Zeppelin And my Air Force Ones so new and so fresh, and Play you like a PS3 And that’s Crown Royal, freak, don’t try to BS me But I never knew what she said All up in her head with the phrase that pays, and it says: [Hook: Andre Nickatina] [Verse 3: Richie Rich] Twenty fifties, a hundred tens Two white b**hes in a Batman Benz Straight mobbing’, one named Robyn Can’t see her head ’cause the b**h probably bobbin’ Slurp somethin’g – twerk somethin’g b**h, you getting’ money? Maybe we could work somethin’g I been had a million I don’t need nothing’ but a b**h that love Vogues And these all-gold Daytons Ask Dre Dog – ask Nicky You ain'’t getting’ money, you ain'’t f**ing’ with Richie Patron Silver, straight Goose Twins with me, and they loose Thirty rounds, town business Don’t make me break records like Guinness b**hes wanna f** all day and give head But I don’t f** for free, ho Nah, so… [Hook]